Chronic Complainer

they dont tell you this but you carry your upset younger self in you like a parasitic twin

brought nothing to the gun fight, and everyone is really embarrassed for me. they keep trying to hand me a knife or a really big rock but I tell them I am not a charity case and die immediately

man sometimes friendship really is just "I saw this and knew it would give you psychic damage. please respond with agony" and then they do. and it's great

God forbid Chippy do anything

You absolutely must unmute this video.

It also prevents your cats and dogs from drinking out of the toilet.

it really bugs me that people don’t close the lid before they flush. 99% of bathrooms have either a towel or a toothbrush within range of toilet spray!

every day I see six new fully finished highly symbolic art pieces of eva stratt with a set of scales and lambs and foxes and petrova lines visually paralleling nooses / restraints / trails of blood and rosaries and halos and big dioramas of earth and the sun and the hail mary and different methods of execution and explosions and rocket launches and heavenly / hell fire and allusions to major works in the art canon and I weep for my stomach not being strong enough for me to print out and eat all of them

pokemon professors will do 10 years of research and be like i have a theory.. that Bulbasaur lives in the Grass

Listening to happy music to get through the disassociative episode

this feels like adhd with depression

dead serious normalize having an average boring ass life where you have enough to meet your needs we do not need to be remarkable we just need to be alive

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.

Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary